Yesterday morning, as I arrived in Ontario, California, I got a call from a trucker buddy of mine who works for a different company. Turns out he was parked at the truck stop across the street from where I was parked, so we got together with his sister and his niece (who live here in California) and we drove out to Venice Beach. Continue reading “Phase 2, Days 47 and 48: Venice Beach”→

My time at home was an utter delight. On the first day back, we had a barbecue cookout and one of my best friends in the world came to spend the night. My copilot helped grill the veggies and meat and supplied us with plenty of beer, and we watched the Rifftrax of Batman and Robin. Continue reading “Phase 2, Day 42: The Shadow Knows”→

The days sometimes blur together. Load, drive, unload, rinse, repeat. It’s not bad, but it’s nothing much to write home about. I find myself chatting with people, with little more to say than “I was in Florida, then I went to Alabama, then headed to Texas. Tomorrow I’ll be in Tennessee.” Continue reading “Phase 2, Days 39, 40 and 41: Time Keeps On Slipping”→

We made our delivery in Pensacola this morning, with the sun shining and birds tweeting and all things beautiful and right in the world. Soon as we left, however, it began raining, and rained the rest of the day as we drove back to Texas. Continue reading “Phase 2, Day 38: Drivers on the Storm”→